Glass

Sitting there,

the world rushes past.

Hollow eyes,

staring straight.

Pierce right through

this heart of glass.

Bearing my soul,

time after time.

As I look out,

I see nothing,

A reflection of myself is all.

Shattered and broken,

I lay here,

looking for the king’s horsemen.

Like Humpty Dumpty,

I can never be,

whole.